"Rebecca..." Joe walked slowly towards the woman in his house, his eyes on the golf club in her hands.

"Stay away from me!" Rebecca waved the club at him.

"OK." Joe stopped, putting his hands up. "It's okay."

"How do you know my name?" she demanded.

"We've met. I'm Joe. We're friends, remember?"

"No!" Rebecca clutched at the club. "I've never seen you before."

"Rebecca, why don't you put that down and I'll call Robert?" Joe suggested.

"How did you get in here?" Rebecca still looked terrified at a strange man walking into her home.

"I live here."

"This is my dad's house!"

"He sold it to me. Just before the crash."

"What crash? What are you talking about?" Rebecca looked like she thought he was insane. He attempted to put a hand on her shoulder but she reared back. "Don't touch me! My dad will kill you."

"I would never hurt you," Joe promised, still very aware of the weapon she was holding. "Listen, you've lost your memory, that's all. You're perfectly safe."

"Liar!" Rebecca held the end of the club very close to Joe's face. He backed up, taking a few steps away as she moved in closer, her eyes still wide with fear. His phone was in his pocket. If he could just get to it...

As he reached for his pocket, she whacked him several times in the arm with the club. Her aim wasn't particularly strong, but the club was heavier than it looked. "Ow!" Joe instinctively fell to the floor, his arms coming up to protect himself as Rebecca dropped the club and ran.

Joe heard the back door slam behind Rebecca and slowly pulled himself up into a sitting position. His arm hurt and it felt like there was going to be a bruise there. He felt irrationally angry at the attack he had just suffered, although he knew Rebecca's condition wasn't her fault. Hadn't he looked after her, the first time she had broken in? This was what happened when you let people take advantage.

Deep down he knew that his anger was partly coming from a place of fear, the fear he had carried with him since he had seen Ross's injuries and been forced to consider that the acid attack had been intended for him. What if the attacker tried again?

Another, more ruthless part of his brain was also working as he thought about Rebecca's connection to Robert. He could still hear his rival's voice saying "your mum was a complete slapper", see his smug smirk as he saw that he had got to Joe...

In her confused state, Rebecca had inadvertently provided Joe with the opportunity for something he could never resist. Revenge. So Robert thought he could insult Joe's family? Well, now Joe could mess with Robert's.

He reached for his phone and dialled 999.

Outside, Rebecca ran through the land belonging to her father, not daring to look back over her shoulder in case the burglar was chasing her. Mud splattered on her as she raced through the fields, only coming to a stop when she could run no longer, out of breath and clutching a stitch in her side.

She stood and looked around, frowning. Where was she? Why was she running? The last thing she remembered was leaving Seb with Robert and Aaron while she set off home.

Shrugging, she turned and walked calmly in the direction of Victoria's house.